It was mid-2010 when we first laid eyes on each other in a quiet coastal town. Like most stories I have read, it was a textbook attraction from the get-go.

Our first date ended on a bench overlooking the ocean. We chatted like old friends about absolutely everything as time edged towards sunrise. Tempting as it was to kiss each other that night, we held back intuitively, knowing that this connection was special beyond measure.

We spent every weekend together after that, and telepathic abilities ensued like wildfire between us. Our intimate moments were mind-blowing and deeply healing. From the very beginning, he had seen a crown like blue light around my head, and I had witnessed our aura’s glow brilliant shades of indigo together. Soul confirmation was instant, and numerology played a huge part in our synchronicities as twins including our birth dates. We would both wake up at hours like 3:33 even if we were apart and that’s just one of many examples that happened daily.

One of my favorite memories of my TF was when he tried to surprise me, but I had sensed him telepathically and snuck up behind him in an epic twist of fate. He bought me a gift to help relieve the splitting migraine headaches that I kept getting since we had started dating – it was an amethyst crystal ball which I slept with under my pillow and recharged during full moons.

I was awake/conscious before I met my twin, but now it was accelerated, and the activation of my 3rd eye hurt like all hell especially when my twin was right next to me. I was crushed.

During our 2nd month of dating my twin had to travel to Angola for work with his brother in law. We spoke as often as we could, and he kept telling me that he has a very important question to ask me. Upon his return, we took a drive to the beach where we had our first date and sat on the sand under the full moon. Our energy was so strong that we physically felt the ground tremble and the waves quietened. The seawater pulled back so far that we suspected a tsunami was about to happen. But it didn’t.

He took out a ring in the shape of a double infinity sign dotted with diamonds and proposed, elaborating on the meaning behind the design and where he got it. I said yes! There was nothing I wanted more than to be with my TF forever and to this day I still have the ring. We went home and made the best love ever. I felt a tear drop on my face and asked him what’s wrong. Without losing his passionate momentum, his voice was shaking as he said that he doesn’t know what’s more amazing having found his twin flame or making love to her for the first time as his fiancé.

One morning I woke up to a stargazer lily card (my favorite flowers) from my TF who had snuck into my garden to leave a beautiful message for me – some of which was telepathically written. We spent the following weekend together as usual, and he told me that we needed to save the world. He urgently explained that he and his family are Scientologists. We watched a NarcAnon DVD about ‘Psychiatry: The Industry of Death,’ and he told me all about L. Ron. Hubbard’s philosophy and books. At the time I didn’t think much of it, and I wish that I took the time to research it before I lost my TF. As the younger twin, I indulged in parties – we both did but I experimented with drugs, and he was never ok with that. I found his view hypocritical since we had often been drunk together (which is also substance abuse). But we never argued.

Something compelled us to sit on his bed and hold hands while we told each other our deepest darkest secrets. We wanted to have the clearest communication and acceptance. I was committed to loving him unconditionally, and everything that was said didn’t make me love him any less. I felt better, and I thought that he did too. But something felt wrong when I eventually went home, and there was a message waiting for me. My trust and my heart broke into a million pieces.

Was my TF breaking up with me after we had just poured our heart and souls out/been so vulnerable with each other? He said that he was sorry but he could not live with someone who is pro-choice, bi-curious and numerous other things which made no sense to me. Before I even knew what hit me, my twin had severed all forms of communication with me. I was devastated and angry. I felt so betrayed. My memories of the following events have faded due to the sheer pain I went through.

A month later I went to a big event in my TF’s town with some friends. I could feel his energy in the crowd between thousands of other people. The second that I saw him at a distance, he turned around (having felt or heard me telepathically), looked me dead in the eye and started to sprint away. I ran after as fast as my legs could carry me. We collapsed into someone’s tent, and I cried my eyes out, begging for answers. I vaguely remember his words to me, but he was just as upset as I was. We went home together that night and made love like we were starving.

When we woke up, he told me that he was going to leave for a critical journey and he wanted me to wait for him. He said that he would be back in three years’ time (which would have been 2014). I asked for details, but the secrecy continued. The last thing he said to me was that time heals everything and my life will continue as usual. Well, it hasn’t.

I imagined that I saw him a few times after that in big crowds, but he was too quick and always ran away before I could catch up. The frustration of being cut off by my twin and his family drove me insane. I had a nervous breakdown the year after and I’m pretty sure that my twin saved me from attempting suicide five times. I got into three toxic relationships back to back after accepting that my twin wasn’t coming back. I needed to fill the void, and instead of learning to love myself, I learned my TF’s lessons the hard way.

My twin is a 0 negative blood type, and every other man in my life after my twin ran away from me has been 0 negative. I’m B positive – which has become my motto in life. After my second breakup in 2014, I was done dating. I started to feel love for myself again, and throughout the years I hadn’t managed to dream about my TF, but he was never far from my thoughts. Shortly after my twin’s birthday that year (23/04) I had the most lucid dream about him surprising me, and in my dream, I burst into the happiest tears and embraced him with nothing but love and forgiveness. When I woke up, I was shaken by the loss and reality that I would never stop loving him.

I phoned my TF’s best friend and asked him if it’s weird that I never got over him in four years. I asked if he knows where my TF is – if he’s been in contact or not. He had been and also said that he doesn’t want to talk about me. I had done exhaustive online searches for my TF’s name, anything that would lead me to him but he had committed cyber-suicide and left virtually no trace of his existence. I found out just enough to paint a vague image in my mind and again my heart broke a little deeper. It turns out that my twin has been working for the Scientology headquarters since 2010 and bound by a contract.

I’m wary of even mentioning that word in this story because I have done enough research to know what I’m up against – and I don’t want to go there. It does make sense to me now why my TF and his family shut me off because if you have relations with a non-Scientologist, that person is labeled as a ‘repressive person,’ i.e., a threat. They are also forbidden to research their belief because if they did, they wouldn’t be brainwashed to believe it.

Since 2014 I’ve traveled and grown hugely as a person, and I also found my passion. Same, same but different, we are both helping people. When I had a tough time during my travels, my twin came to me again in a vivid lucid dream. I was spying on him, but he didn’t run away, he let me come closer. It felt more real than ever, and when I woke up, it gave me strength just having felt his connection.

Fast forward to present day where I felt compelled to write this story after yet another vivid and lucid dream. My TF came to me smiling, talking, and not avoiding me in any way. We were at a wedding in my dream, together as old friends. I don’t remember much except the euphoria of talking to him again. It’s a synchronicity that tomorrow precisely six years ago it would be the anniversary of our first date.

Right now I am the happiest I have been in my whole life. Healthy. Successful. It seems that the more I heal myself and release expectations of reality, the more I dream of my twin, and I am so grateful that he gave me this opportunity to grow. If my twin were to read this somehow, all I want and have ever wanted since you left is to talk, catch up. I miss you continually, and my love for you grows. I support you, and I hope you know that when you are ready, I am ready. You know where to find me. x

I realize that you have not overtly asked for help but the fact that you have gone to the trouble to write and post this publicly means that on some level you are hoping to find answers to this dilemma that continues to affect you beyond the romanticized concept of twin flames. Consider what I have to say on the subject and take what makes sense and leave the rest, okay?

I see that you are trying your best to interpret what has happened to you as something that has benefited you in the long run. Certainly, this is better than being bitter about it for the rest of your life. However, there is absolutely no value in ascribing goodness to someone who’s had such an obviously injurious effect on the course of your life.

The fact is that you are still wistfully hoping he will return despite the very real damage he has done to your trust and faith in one-on-one relationships. This kind of harm cannot, and should not, be justified, no matter how positive you would like to spin it.

The fact is, if you don’t get straight with yourself about the true significance of this particular relationship, it has the power to poison all other potential one-on-one relationships in the future. Again, love is not supposed to hurt — honest, practical hard work, yes, but not a permanent emptiness.

The concept of twin flame love being a painful experience is a relatively new concept that’s been pedalled by the new age movement since the 70s, and promoted by the mind-controlling movie industry every year with its heart jerking themes of pain and loss. People need to realize that our personal relationships are constantly being interfered with by outside forces with their own controlling agenda, and Hollywood is a major player.

However far-fetched it may sound initially, it is a fact that we each must look into this matter more deeply and in areas we had not considered before, if we are collectively ever going to heal ourselves from the many destructive relationships we are each constantly being subjected to, which go on to affect all other relationships around us.

To learn a little bit more of what I am really alluding to here look into the works of Eve Lorgen, for starters. She has books out but you can start by tuning in to one of her many YouTube interviews. The most recent radio spot is on Higherside Chats and is called “The Alien Love Bite, The Dark Side of Cupid, & Entity Involvement in Human Romance”. I will post the link here but in case the link is not allowed here just google the title above. Here’s the link:

Thank you special souls. Isn’t it amazing that this phenomenon exists and we’re all here experiencing it? For a long time I felt like my purpose was inferior compared to my twins’ but now I know that it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I wonder how many TF’s have lost a twin to Scientology and cannot get in touch with them.

Demitra M. N. I only just read your post now after it was approved by moderation. Thank you. Thank you ever so much! Winging my gratitude your way for taking the time to post such a stunning reply.

A lot of what you say resonates with me and yes, you are certainly correct in seeing my attempt to understand the whole situation by writing about it online for the first time 6 years later. I have actually heard about Eve Lorgen and will gladly look her up again.

Funny enough I have always felt like my twin flame runner never wanted to leave me – it seems more like he was forced to leave me upon signing a contract with Scientology. And when I do dream of him it’s like he’s reaching out for help telepathically because once you are a Scientologist, it’s nearly impossible to escape the church. It becomes your whole life and your freedom of thought is totally restricted.

Whatever the meaning behind all of this, it hasn’t stopped me from having a meaninhful relationship. The way that my TF’s situation perplexes me has improved my capacity to love and do good.

Interesting. Three weeks ago, a few days after posting this story, I was absolutely shattered by my significant other’s infidelity. I keep reading that twin flame runners are returning. Seems like a huge coincidence…..

Oh, my God, the only thing I thought after I read your story is: YOU ARE very BRAVE! You’ve got so much courage it’s incredible. Six years without him, I can’t imagine how much pain you felt during this time.

Your story reminded me of a movie I saw; it’s called: I Origins (especially for the scientist aspect).

I met my Twin flame nine months ago, and wow it was beautiful. I didn’t understand what was happening to me at the beginning. Very quickly our love appeared, and we started a relationship. It lasted one month. One day he told me that we couldn’t be together anymore and he gave me a false excuse (something bizarre and stupid about respect. I didn’t understand).

It was brutal for me. I felt like half of me was cut away. We were so in love. WHY? I asked why so many times.

One day at the library I was looking for my usual books, and behind a book I loved (The secret) I saw a purple book called “Twin flames.” It made me feel strange, so I bought the book immediately. I read the 200 pages in 2 hours (yeah literally), and all of my questions had an answer.

HE IS MY TWIN FLAME! I always knew this relationship was deeply strange (one day for a laugh I told him he probably is my hidden twin and our parents kept the secret).

The universe is funny sometimes. I love my twin more than anything else in this world even if he still running.

Now and I keep the faith that one day we will be together again. ♥

Thanks to him I learned how to love myself, and God knows how difficult it was.

I cannot believe that it’s been two years since I posted this. During the blood moon eclipse on the 27th of July, I had yet another vivid and lucid dream of my Flame, this time he returned to my arms, and it was the most euphoric experience of my life.

Sadly I woke up to the reality that he is still untraceable on the internet and it’s been 7 years without answers now. I miss him, so excruciatingly much.

Hi peace love and light, your story is brave and kudos to you for putting up this story, it’s been a great inspiration for me honestly. I have my own story. I met mine at a crux of life when I am very down and stressed due To my illness and my parents disowning me.

I was with my lawyer, and he said to me about a guy who happens to be his friend seems to know me. He showed me his photo, and immediately I recognized him, he was my mate some 18 yrs ago. We studied together a short course together and had spent time with him for 6 to 9 months. Btw he was my crush too at that time, but I never revealed as I was going to get married soon.

Fast forward. I called him up, and we met, and the meeting was awesome. We spoke for hours on the phone, and I felt a wave of intense energy seeing him, talking to him.i also learned he and me seem to have gone through a similar bad situation in life it was like he was mirroring my life and me mirroring his life.

I started feeling my sacral chakra activated and then heart chakra. The thing is right now it’s like I cannot take my mind of him and he seems to be in my mind 24 hrs. In a dream I saw him touch my sacral chakra and I felt electrifying energy surging through my body, and I woke up immediately, and his name popped up in my head, and I felt happy. The thing is I have never confessed my feelings to him as I am married now after a nasty divorce. He is still fighting his divorce.

He is like my guide and mentor he has opened up with me and told me all his life story, and so did I, and somehow I felt very comfortable sharing it with him.i seem to love him I mean I love him so much and it’s driving me crazy. I am more spiritual, whereas he is a more logical and practical guy. I am just flowing the way, and any thoughts, ideas, and suggestions are always welcome.